Home. It has become somewhat of an abstract notion to me
over the years. I suppose that’s what happens when you move around so much. It
means something different to me every time I talk about it. I mean I’ve barely
been in Dubai a whole year and there are aspects of it that have come to feel
like ‘home’.
Sometimes Nigeria is home, after all I was born there and I
did live there for 13 of my 20 years. Other times it’s the UK. I stayed there
for close to 7 years, I went to high school there, I experienced life there. I
did things I can’t even begin to outline there. Not only did I grow up there, I
grew smart. Then there’s Dubai. You know that thing people always say about you
meeting lifelong friends at university? I’m finally getting to experience that
here. I suppose that’s what makes Dubai so ‘homely’ for me right now. So for as
long as that feeling lasts-or rather for as long as it outweighs my need to run
somewhere else for cover-this place will be home.
I think the “problem” with me is that I am a Nomad. Long
before leaving Britain, I was itching for new scenery. I thought moving from
England to Wales would scratch that itch but it didn’t. I’m not a home-body, so
to speak. I enjoy moving around, not too much, just enough to be mystified
often, to be constantly rediscovering, to have a new opinion about myself,
people and the world. I think that’s why I want to be a journalist.
The dream would be going from place to place, covering story
after exciting story. The irony is I know that dream isn’t going to last forever.
I’m going to get tired or old or boring (or all at the same time!) and when
that inevitable day finally arrives what will I do? Will I just curl up in
whatever corner of the world I find myself in and die a peaceful death? And if
I do decide to go ‘home’ for the final chapter of my life where will home be?
And if I do, by some unforeseen miracle, end up having a little nuclear family
attached to me, what are they gonna be doing while I’m off playing free spirit
and traipsing around the world? And this is all working under the assumption
that the dream will become a reality…As always I am CLEARLY over-thinking
everything. What will be will be, regardless.
On a lighter note, I got my results from first year and
needless to say I wasn’t immediately satisfied. But in the grand scheme of
things I did pretty well and I give God all the glory. Second year hear we
come!
